Will we ever witness the day where we seea total cleansing of the whores of Tomorrowlandhosing excess soot off their dirty moneyand turning to other minted forms of print technologyfor their high-resolution hijinx and terminaldegradation of the soul slipping into oblivion?

A conditioned indetermination?

Recession is like poetrywe only know we are in itafter the fact of its discoverywhich happens of its own accordlike magic but still part of a cycle

(or so goes the Austrian theory of businesswhich tells us that a savings-induced boom is sustainablewhile a credit-induced boom is not)

Reincarnation of eternal inflationexpanding beyond the wounded galaxieswe come back into this world as ourselvesbut time-tripping from the future that never wasor could only be as a result of durée elasticity

Watching the shoveling masses digging their gravesdeeper than their own pockets can managewe cannot help but biophysically wonder"What does it feel like to be indebtedto a systemic problem the size of the world?"

IV.

In the dark where no devoted consumerwould ever want to hide while appearingto have already secretly sidestepped Deathand its perfectly executed utility program

one cannot imagine the face they were givenbefore they were born and bought and soldand perfectly executed in base utilitarianism

For this they need some artificial lightoftentimes produced by the flickering screensof their computer monitors stealing their eyesand even then the face they see is merz cosmetic

A dead populace hoodwinked into complacencyis given new battery life with a stimulus of cashmeant to tap into fantasy forms of hunger